n’tbringanygolddust,”lovegoodputherhandonpansy’sarm.“why?doesyoursweatsmelllikeeggnog?”

pansysnorted.“lovegood,whatareyoudoinghere?”

theblondelookedaway,staringattheolletionofaloholbottlesagainstthebakofthebar.“isensedsomethingwhenwewereallinnev’soffie.iknowmostpeopleonsidermesomewhatofawhimsiriatureofawith,butianberatherdeisive,evenuseful.”sheturnedbaktopansyandgaveherasoftsmile.pansytookasipfromherdrinkandlovegoodontinued,“iouldtellyouwereingreatemotionaldistressandfeltompelledtohelpinanywaythatian.”

pansyouldn’ttellifthebittertasteinhermouthwastheliquororherbody’sreationtoyetanothermemberofpotter’sliqueassistane.theveryideaofsomeonefromthatsideofthewarhelptopansywasfarial.exeptthegoldentriohadbentoverbakwards,probablybrokenathousandministryrulesintheproess,justtofindbertrie.nowlovegood?pansysuspetedonrareoasionslovegooddispyedherdryandsubtlesenseofhumor,butforthemostpart,theblondewasasinerepersonandgenuineoddity.pansytookanothersipandsighed.

“alright,lovegood,”shedeided.“youanhelpbykeepingmedistrateduntiltheothersgetbak.”lovegoodsmiled,andpansybrieflywonderedhowsuhapersonouldbereal.mostoftheirssmateswouldsoonerseepansyfedtothegiantsquidthanhelpher,orsazar,omforther.shelookeddownandouldn’tstopherselffromreturningthesmile.

“iwonderedwhereharryanddraowerewhenisawyoualoneatthebar.”lovegooddrapedanarmoverthebakofthebarstool,strikingaposethathadherfaingpansy.“buti’msurethey’refine,”lovegoodontinuedandleveledpansywithaalmstare.theweightofitmadepansytakeanothersipofherdrink.“they’veprobablyjustfoundasuitablebroomlosetinwhihtoworkoutt